Uncontrollable Sadness

Lately, I've been wondering if it's really true that it is impossible for me to write happy poetry. I used to, sometimes, in Finnish, and I have some saved here and there to prove that. But strangely enough, I cannot recall any in English that had not been somehow sad or dark. I mean, I wrote one the other day that was not all that bad, but even that one had some darkness in it. (It ends with the words 'but whose painful weeping hides us out of sight'.)

Alternative Possibilities?

Recently I've been rather absent from the blog and the site and whatnot. I've been writing poems, tho, and new chapters for Sparks to Flames, it's just that I don't feel the site's the most important place for my stories and poems anymore, especially since there's hardly ever any visitors. I mean, yes, I mainly write for myself, but if I put the texts out there it would be nice to get some feedback as well.
So what I've been thinking here is that maybe I should take the site down. I've had it and kept it more or less alive since I was 17, and maybe it would be a good time now to let it go.